What a big time the girls had camping last weekend.
My daughters have this amazing relationship. Is it because they are identical twins, or simply compatible souls? I just don’t know. It is a delight to watch them interact. I struggle to find the words…gentle, comfortable, effortless. Not to say that they never argue, of course they do. But they share & compromise & show such empathy toward each other in a way that is…well, its unique. As cliché as it may sound, they seem to perfectly compliment each other.
I never wished to be a mother of twins & yet I realize now that I am incredibly lucky to be just that. Piper & Esther have only just begun to understand that they are twins & someday they will know just how lucky they are to have one another, forever. Beautiful!
As the girls camped, Si went fishing with his dad & caught dinner for the family.
And decided that training wheels were no longer necessary.
We also celebrated two more birthdays this week. Piper & Esther are four years old now. Such lovely little ladies they are!
I really enjoyed making the girls’ dresses. Now that the kids are older & less grabby messy, I should take more time to sew. I’m not very good at it, but I do find joy in it. The kids would wander in, watch me work for a bit, ask 100 questions (Si is desperate to take the whole machine apart & see how it all works), wander out again.
Peaceful, sitting at the sewing machine, my hands busy as I listen to the kids play outside. Listen to the meandering make-believe games. The occasional argument, they flare up quick & hot. Just as quickly, they work it out, coming to a clumsy peace so that the game can continue. And so it goes. These days, I am less directly involved in their play. Kind of bittersweet.
There was a time not so long ago, as I drowned in diapers & spit-up & a six-month sleep deficit, when I thought to myself…Someday it will be easier. Well, that day is now. And I celebrate these little kids, independent & fun-loving. I celebrate the freedom! But my heart does miss those babies. Fat, squishy, slobbery babies. I had babies everywhere & the cuteness was completely ridiculous! Sigh…I had not allowed myself to get weepy over their birthday…until I wrote this paragraph. Sniff.
My babies then…
My babies now (burrito style)…
Six birthdays in three months. So ends another birthday season at the Browns!